Sunday, April 25, 2010

Keeping You in Stitches

Stitches. I can't believe that Brett made it past his 5th birthday before he finally ended up needing stitches. His nickname is Crash...I guess that alone should explain it all. He is always crashing and running into everything. He's always been a tough kid. When he was just barely two he got West Nile Virus that turned into spinal meningitis. Just to hear that they thought that it could be bacterial meningitis made my heart melt. Luckily it wasn't, it was viral and he was better in a few days. He's struggled with food allergies since he was one so he's no stranger to difficulties.
But tonight to see him getting 5 stitches in his face, made me want to pass out. I thought that I was stronger than that but I got weak and nauseous and and had to sit. I know that this is the first of many trips to the ER with this child of mine and I hope that I can be a little stronger for him next time. I was very proud that he didn't cry. He did grimace a little and I will neither confirm nor deny if a tear was shed but I can tell you that he was tough and I LOVE him for that. His only worry was that the kids at preschool are going to tease him but I reassured him that they wouldn't. I talked to his teacher tonight, Miss Lacy, and she said to tell him that chicks dig scars. I LOVE Miss Lacy!! She always knows just what to say! lol

Possibly Misdiagnosed???

For the last two weeks we've been struggling with Tyler's BS's. No matter what we seem to have done, he is dipping frightfully low. With the increases of his activity level, we have been unable to keep up. And even more frightening, my husband and son were convinced that he had been misdiagnosed. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Could it possibly be true? Could my son be misdiagnosed and now we needed to save his life by taking him OFF insulin. Scary enough my husband do it. And for awhile we were successful in keeping his levels balanced with exercise and food without the use of quick acting Humalog. I did however keep him on his Lantus. I just couldn't quite quit the entire thing. But, however, our dreams and hopes were crushed when BS just didn't stay the same. He eventually went crazy high and we started to give him his Humalog again. And crazy thing of all, the tears started to flow again. I just couldn't believe that I could let myself believe that he could mysteriously be cured.
As I've watched him slowly come out of his honey moon stage, I can't help but think back to our life before D. Our careless family fun nights of candy and soda. I miss our eating late and unscheduled. I think of Tyler's life in the future and what it holds. Too bad it's not a life without D. I only hopes he knows that it should never stop him from doing anything and everything he wants to do.